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Chapter 2
Raistlin put the spellbook down and rubbed his temples. Everything was ready. The Queen of Darkness had sent him back prematurely so that he could make it possible for her to come back through the Portal. The spell would be activated when he said the words in the book and went back through the Portal. It would remain open as long as the Queen willed it. He had already been here too long, first because he had to recover, then because. he had let it go too far with Dalamar. He had just meant to have some fun with his apprentice, but he found himself feeling for Dalamar in a way that he should not. Yes, everything was ready for the spell. except him.
There was a soft knock on his door. It was opened by a vision of pure loveliness.
"Good morning, Shalafi," Dalamar said, a handsome half smile on his face. "Would you like some tea?"
Raistlin returned the smile. It never stopped surprising the Archmage how different Dalamar looked when he was awake. Asleep, he looked so innocent, like an angel. But awake, he looked cunning and dangerously handsome, a trait that had attracted countless women and, Raistlin was willing to bet, men as well. He nodded at his apprentice and motioned for him to come nearer. He stood as Dalamar obeyed.
"Good morning, Dalamar," he said, wrapping his arms around Dalamar's waist as the Dark Elf slid his past Raistlin's neck. "Did you sleep well, in the end?"
"Do you mean the part where you kept me awake for half the night, or after you had quenched your desire for me?" Dalamar laughed a little as he felt Raistlin's hot lips on his neck. He felt his Shalafi smile against his skin.
"I would've kept you up for more than half the night, had you not fallen asleep," the Human said, nuzzling his apprentice's soft neck, then planted a kiss on his cheek as he moved away just far enough to see the Elf while still keeping his hands on Dalamar's waist. Dalamar smiled again at Raistlin, his eyes full of affection he had never felt for anyone else but the golden figure standing in front of him.
"As I recall," he said, "it was you that stopped because you were tired."
"Your weariness has blurred your memory," Raistlin replied, with a small smile and a chuckle. "I would never grow tired of you."
A slight blush appeared on Dalamar's cheeks. That was another thing that surprised the Human Archmage about his apprentice. This one whose smooth words alone had managed to charm people out of their clothing and into his bed, would blush at the slightest compliment from him. Raistlin leaned in to kiss his Dark Elf, gently but firmly on his full lips. Dalamar was only too happy to kiss back.
Raistlin pulled back suddenly. The five angry dragons heads of his Dark Queen had flashed violently in front of his vision. Raistlin knew that Takhisis knew what he was doing and if he did not cast her spell soon, she would make him wish he had never begged to be released.
"What is wrong, Shalafi?" Dalamar asked, concern showing on his face. "Are you feeling well?"
"Yes, Dalamar, just." Raistlin was still a little shook up.
"Shalafi?"
"Just go," Raistlin said a little sharply. "Bring me some tea, if you will."
"Yes, Shalafi, of course. If you are sure you are well." Dalamar let the sentence hang. He was shocked at the look his Shalafi gave him, making his blood run cold through him for a second. He bowed to Raistlin before turning to leave.
Alone again in his study, Raistlin sat, staring at the books on the table. Takhisis wanted him to act now. If only he had more time, time to explain things to Dalamar. There was no other way; Raistlin would tell his apprentice when he returned from his errand to the kitchen and cast his spell after Dalamar turned away from him.
Chapter 2
Raistlin put the spellbook down and rubbed his temples. Everything was ready. The Queen of Darkness had sent him back prematurely so that he could make it possible for her to come back through the Portal. The spell would be activated when he said the words in the book and went back through the Portal. It would remain open as long as the Queen willed it. He had already been here too long, first because he had to recover, then because. he had let it go too far with Dalamar. He had just meant to have some fun with his apprentice, but he found himself feeling for Dalamar in a way that he should not. Yes, everything was ready for the spell. except him.
There was a soft knock on his door. It was opened by a vision of pure loveliness.
"Good morning, Shalafi," Dalamar said, a handsome half smile on his face. "Would you like some tea?"
Raistlin returned the smile. It never stopped surprising the Archmage how different Dalamar looked when he was awake. Asleep, he looked so innocent, like an angel. But awake, he looked cunning and dangerously handsome, a trait that had attracted countless women and, Raistlin was willing to bet, men as well. He nodded at his apprentice and motioned for him to come nearer. He stood as Dalamar obeyed.
"Good morning, Dalamar," he said, wrapping his arms around Dalamar's waist as the Dark Elf slid his past Raistlin's neck. "Did you sleep well, in the end?"
"Do you mean the part where you kept me awake for half the night, or after you had quenched your desire for me?" Dalamar laughed a little as he felt Raistlin's hot lips on his neck. He felt his Shalafi smile against his skin.
"I would've kept you up for more than half the night, had you not fallen asleep," the Human said, nuzzling his apprentice's soft neck, then planted a kiss on his cheek as he moved away just far enough to see the Elf while still keeping his hands on Dalamar's waist. Dalamar smiled again at Raistlin, his eyes full of affection he had never felt for anyone else but the golden figure standing in front of him.
"As I recall," he said, "it was you that stopped because you were tired."
"Your weariness has blurred your memory," Raistlin replied, with a small smile and a chuckle. "I would never grow tired of you."
A slight blush appeared on Dalamar's cheeks. That was another thing that surprised the Human Archmage about his apprentice. This one whose smooth words alone had managed to charm people out of their clothing and into his bed, would blush at the slightest compliment from him. Raistlin leaned in to kiss his Dark Elf, gently but firmly on his full lips. Dalamar was only too happy to kiss back.
Raistlin pulled back suddenly. The five angry dragons heads of his Dark Queen had flashed violently in front of his vision. Raistlin knew that Takhisis knew what he was doing and if he did not cast her spell soon, she would make him wish he had never begged to be released.
"What is wrong, Shalafi?" Dalamar asked, concern showing on his face. "Are you feeling well?"
"Yes, Dalamar, just." Raistlin was still a little shook up.
"Shalafi?"
"Just go," Raistlin said a little sharply. "Bring me some tea, if you will."
"Yes, Shalafi, of course. If you are sure you are well." Dalamar let the sentence hang. He was shocked at the look his Shalafi gave him, making his blood run cold through him for a second. He bowed to Raistlin before turning to leave.
Alone again in his study, Raistlin sat, staring at the books on the table. Takhisis wanted him to act now. If only he had more time, time to explain things to Dalamar. There was no other way; Raistlin would tell his apprentice when he returned from his errand to the kitchen and cast his spell after Dalamar turned away from him.